What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 10:55
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Movin objects mentally
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Aryna Sabalenka Releases Statement Amid Backlash Over Coco Gauff Comments - Sports Illustrated
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Cal Raleigh’s heroics can’t save Mariners as Orioles complete sweep - The Seattle Times
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
What does life mean without death?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
If it ain't
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Soldier with the gas-mask
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Why do I sweat so much after applying moisture or sun screen on my face? I have normal skin.
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Know your enemies
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
What is the Abu Shusha massacre in Palestine?
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Man accused of writing Trump assassination letters was framed, officials say - BBC
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Me and my peeps is all trife
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Gangbangers that spit slang
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“Now as an outcast I was born, wasn't warned of the harm, That would come to meet me like Met Life, but yet life done sent me through a lot of ups and downs like it ain't nothin’, Like elevators but I ain't the one that's pushin' the buttons, I got off at the 13th floor, when they told me that it wasn't one, they said it skipped from 12 to 14, Still smoking, still drinking, no I'm sittin' on the Lincoln 4 A.M. thinking that in reality the world is like a ball full of playas, We trapped off in this maze, with walls made of layers”
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I'll see you when I get there,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I never knew my life mattered”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
The other one don't understand me,
Mothership alien sorceress
“I brought my bitch out to Pathmark, she's pushin' the cart, Headed to aisle four, damn I got milk on my Clarks, That's what I get, not focusin' from hittin' that bark, My mouth dry, need plenty water quick, I feel like a shark, In the aisle bustin' them paper towels and wipin' my Wallies down, I stood up to face a barrel, he's holdin' a shiny pound, It's him, he want revenge, I murdered his Uncle Tim, I sold him a bag of dope, his wife came and copped again, That bitch is crazy and uh, she brought her baby, She knew I had the murders a smack, It killed her man though, now I got his fuckin' nephew grippin' his gat, You's a bitch, you better kill me, you know you're booty, You pulled your toolie out on me, motherfucker, First thought was to snatch the ratchet, Said fuck it and fuckin' grabbed it, I ducked, he bucked twice, this nigga was fuckin laughin', I wrestled him to the ground, tussled, scuffled, constantly kicked him, He wouldn't let go the joint, so I fuckin' bit him, Shots was whizzin' hittin' Clorex bottles, Customers screamin', then the faggot ran out of hollows, I had to show him what it's all about, Next day we readin’ the paper: A man who came to kill gets knocked out”
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I do it once, I do it twice,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
“You as an amateur, is outspoken, I'm lookin at your face you seem to be hopin that I, might stutter, stop, or just mess up, but everything's live that's why I don't dress up, Blastmaster KRS a synonym for fresh, I'm the teacher of the class, I do not pass no test, got DJ Scott LaRock by my side, not in back of me cause we make up the Boogie Down Production crew faculty”
“late night I'm on a first class flight, The only brother in sight, the flight attendant catch fright! I sit down in my seat; 2C, She approach officially talking 'bout, ‘Excuse me’, Her lips curl up into a tight space, cause she don't believe that I'm in the right place, showed her my boarding pass, and then she sorta gasped, all embarrassed; put an extra lime on my water glass, an hour later here she come by walkin’ past; ‘I hate to be a pest but my son would love your autograph'”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
“…Sammy eagerly rode up on him, toxic off the turkey with the joint on him, Flower look his man stood up before him, The bitches hit the table, Jakeem stripped off his cables, Shots went off, Sam'd get a chance to make his debut, Flower grabbed Tiff his man with the sideburns, hat fell off, We noticed wig worms, he hid behind Rich, C-Allah hit the light switch, young girls were trampled in the men's room, Pool pistol whipped Mase and broke the handle, Desperate- crawlin to the door on all fours, Sham kicked the jukebox the theme song rode in was "It's Yours", Oh my goodness, Waz grabbed the Mo bottle thrashin’, He layin like a gay model shoutin’ out Sebastian, He smiled with his teeth missin, beggin’ for mercy ‘No more god, there’s 68 thousand down at pier three’, Out came the cannon, whistled out zaggin', Sham snatched his flag four big rocks enter the dragon, It's over, another story told, Lyin’ with the snakes, tongue kissin’ cobras, Yo let me tell you how the game go, We gettin rid of all the prostitutes, Tony want the streets back for sure! Too many hustlers, too many thieves, We're fuckin’ up who's willing to fight and teach the seeds? Too much TV, guns and robberies, Lust and greed and hate the four devils- jealousy”
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
If it ain't
I seen it all in my short life
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
No smile is genuine or real,
Three months later we run our own caper,
“Money's flowin’, everything is fine, got myself a uzi and my brother a nine, business is boomin’ everything is cool, I pull about a G a week; fuck school”
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”